A zoom-in on the details from toes to head offers up a schizophrenic smorgasbord. Here's my thought process:

Ok... motorcycle boots... cuffed jeans, James Dean style. This is one chick I don't want to mess wi- wait, LV bag? Skinny jeans? Never mind, nothing more than a beginner's level high-low mix... oh but wait. That's no beginner-level belt tuck right there... and man I do love that bracelet on her right wrist... But what's up with this grandma blouse? Although it is fearlessly sheer... and that right there ain't no grandma bra! Oh, the makeup... oh! the hair! Ok, I take it back. Level: expert. And is there a box of Chesterfields rolled up in those sleeves? I wouldn't be surprised...

The result? So much more than just the sum of its parts.

One important thing to note is how important that hair is to the outfit. Imagine if her hair had been a run-of-the-mill fall-to-the-shoulders look. The whole outfit would have suffered. The way it's styled here really makes the whole thing click. It's a down-to-earth up-do, with a twist of Rockabilly Rebel. It's not too tightly done, with strands and wisps free to artfully blow with the breeze. (Not sure if that was on purpose - it was a bit windy here in NYC the past couple of days. But let's say it was on purpose.) Which is all gloriously captured through the lens by Mr. Schuman. (Does he still take all the sartorialist photos? Let's say he does.) The way he's angled her, the sunlight streaming through the chain-link fence (inspired choice of background, btw), perfectly highlights her hair. (Do I have enough parentheses in this paragraph? Let's add this one for good measure.)